Money makes me feel betterYou told me it was a ticket to hellOkay, how come?Do you think that I'm a devil?Sex makes me feel betterHow could you judge me?I know you don't deserve toNow you act like a phariseeWhen I was poorMy mom was stressed outNow look, money made meA good boy to my momWhen I was poorI was like a hungry foxNow look, I saved a lottaBuddies from the basementI just bought a christianIt's blinging on my bodyI'm toasting with celebritiesAt the same barHey, prettyDo you wanna fuck with me?That's no problemBut Sunday morning is comingI gotta go to churchI'm still fucking christianThough I'm wearing new "christian"You should check my algorithmIt's not much different from the old meI'm still fucking christianThough I'm wearing new "christian"You should check my algorithmIt's not much different from the old meI'm still fucking christianI'm still fucking christianI'm still fuckingStinky smell's stuck in my roomEven after I took a showerHow can I erase itWhere's the origin?Hey Mr. I'm talking about youWhat's funny? seriously?You feel this disgusting smellI think it's from your stinky breathStreet people, you think you're smartYou think you got no godBut I know you worship yourselfWhat a stupid god!Is your god a liar?Your god is so outrageousYou would better dieI just bought a christianIt's blinging on my bodyI'm toasting with celebritiesAt the same barHey pretty, do you wanna fuck with me?That's no problemBut Sunday morning is comingI gotta go to churchI'm still fucking christianThough I'm wearing new "christian"You should check my algorithmIt's not much different from the old meI'm still fucking christianThough I'm wearing new "christian"You should check my algorithmIt's not much different from the old meI'm still fucking christianI'm still fucking christianI'm still fuckingOh, lord, forgive my peopleI didn't know what I've doneOh, lord, look at my fingerDirt is stuck in my nailsOh, lord, please clean my tongueIt's covered by pukes and phlegmsOh mom, now I get it why you told meThat you wanna go backWhen I was a childI'm still fucking christian
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"I'm still fucking christian"이라는 구절이 반복되며 겉모습은 바뀌었어도 본질은 그대로라는 자기 진단처럼 들립니다. 후반부에는 갑자기 고백조로 바뀌어 신에게 용서를 구하고, 가난했던 어린 시절 어머니를 떠올리는 대목에서 조롱하던 분위기가 회한으로 가라앉습니다.
돈으로 손에 넣은 것들을 하나씩 되짚는 벌스 사이사이, 스스로를 향한 조롱과 자부심이 뒤섞여 어느 쪽이 진심인지 파악하기 어렵게 만듭니다.